Chapter 227 Secret Map

Seeing Lu Ping wrapped in black mist, the cultivator's speed of flying away still didn't stop, but the mocking voice came over, "Haha, after being smoked by this Hundred Flower Miasma, I don't believe you can still catch up?" As soon as the cultivator's words fell, he saw that this black mist that wrapped Lu Ping up and was five feet square suddenly shrunk rapidly, and in the cultivator's incredulous eyes, Lu Ping, who had braced up his golden protective astral aura, absorbed the black Hundred Flowers Miasma cleanly, and once again chased up towards the cultivator.